Post by Lemz on Sept 16, 2006 18:53:28 GMT -5
In A world of Secrets and Lies, anything and anyone can be hidden and stored away like a box for a period of time, without being spotted or seen. But, to keep those things and people, hidden and stored away, one must decieve, betray, and possibly kill to keep them safe. In this world of secrets and lies, anything is possible. Nothing is impossible. But, in this world, Do you have a secret or know someone else's? What will you do to keep those secrets hidden or exposed? The path is laid out for you, its just your choice to take it.
BANG! The sound cracked as a shrilling scream echoed in the air. Gasping for air, sliding down a decaying tree down to the ground, a seemingly 18 year old girl held a gun in her right hand. Lying ahead of her was a twitching and dying demon, attempting to kill her. In her left hand, she held a withered piece of paper.
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
$$$$$$$$$$$$
Micheal Lane
{Picture unavailable}
Vampire, Water Demon, and Slayer!
She has murdered your family! She has disgraced your Race! Kill her! Attack her! Destroy her! Find her and be rewarded if you bring back her HEAD!
WARNING: She is highly dangerous. Her killing rate is over 10,000,000.
"How in the world did that demon find me?" the girl whispered aloud. She stood up, dropping the paper and clutching her right arm and winced. She glanced around, sensing another around her. She whirled around, gun raised and shot. Another Screech echoed in the endless dark night at the Grave Yard.
"Damn, this isn't going to be a nice night", she mumbled. Her ebony black hair, with the dark red streaks, blew behind her as she walked quietly through the Graveyard, muttering a few words as she passed by the tombs, placing small black roses upon the tombstones. She quickly hid behind a tombstone, reloading her gun. She jumped up and whirled around, shooting once more. More Bangs, and more Screams filled the air. She panted as she stared around the yard. Her golden eyes, seeming to see everything. The picture on the now flying paper seemed to match her. The black cloak, which blew behind her, seemed to have gone in a shredder at the end of her cloak. Her black jeans, matched everything that surrounded her. Her buckle boots, going up to her knee, had several daggers placed inside the buckles. Her black tank, stating the words, 'Cursed', in crimson red on the front said everything about her. Cursed. Who was this girl? Why was she killing these demons? She was, Michelle Micheal Lane. Mortals, Demons, Slayers, Vampires, Angels, all kinds of creatures knew her…by her Middle name. When you do find out her first name, you’re dead. It works like that when it comes to her. Being a Vampire, Water Demon, and Slayer wasn’t very easy. Having to Kill or be Killed, Running away, forgetting whom your living relatives are, creating allies, it wasn’t easy when you are wanted for thousands and thousands of money! She had to live off her wits. Micheal was what she went by, preferring it to be like that than a very, very girly name. Micheal whirled around, muttering words, and twirling her hand in a clockwise motion. She flashed open her eyes, daggers appearing in mid air, and several between every one of her fingers as she threw it at the thousand of demons bombarding her. She twirled, as if she was dancing. Before pulling up her hood, killing them each.
“Micheal Micheal Micheal, How many times Have I told you, not to kill demons?” A Voice said above her. A looming figure appeared, crouching over a tombstone, with demonic wings parts of the bone revealed at the tip of the wings. Black hair as dark as a deadly night sky, Red eyes as crimson as fresh flowing blood, Pale skin as a darkening moon, and dressed matching the darkness that engulfed you, which made you cry to your parents about when you were 5. Who was this beast? WHAT was this beast? Darkened by the hells gates, shined upon by Heavens belief, He was Kero Kakarami. Demon Guardian of Micheal Lane. Dressed in a neat black dress shirt, black slacks, and shoes, he appeared normal despite the demonic wings he earned from his dear father. Not caring a bit about Micheal, he was surprised he had been assigned to be her guardian. His mother, an Angel, now fallen and his Father, a Demon, burning in hells grace. Causing him to be unwelcome in both worlds, hell and heaven.
“What do you want Kero? I don’t have time for your damned games. You don’t bother to save crap for anyone or anything. Not even your forsakened self!” Micheal growled as she muttered a few words to the tombstones. Kero growled, grabbing Micheal’s arm, whirling her around to face him. Micheal stared at him, her golden eyes burning into his soul as his crimson red eyes burned into hers.
“Careful Micheal..I can send you to hell in a single moment…” He said as he pushed her away from him. He was a lazy little prat who would kill someone or something without hesitation, depending on what it was. Of course, He would help Micheal if she would accept it, but he knew she could handle herself. Yet he had to be wary of Micheal’s action. Could there be a chance she gets hurt or stuck in a situation where she might actually die, then He would possibly die.
[In this roleplay, many 'fantasy' ridden creatures reside in the human world we currently live in. If you dare to join, will you allow your secret to remain safe and at bay?]
BANG! The sound cracked as a shrilling scream echoed in the air. Gasping for air, sliding down a decaying tree down to the ground, a seemingly 18 year old girl held a gun in her right hand. Lying ahead of her was a twitching and dying demon, attempting to kill her. In her left hand, she held a withered piece of paper.
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
$$$$$$$$$$$$
Micheal Lane
{Picture unavailable}
Vampire, Water Demon, and Slayer!
She has murdered your family! She has disgraced your Race! Kill her! Attack her! Destroy her! Find her and be rewarded if you bring back her HEAD!
WARNING: She is highly dangerous. Her killing rate is over 10,000,000.
"How in the world did that demon find me?" the girl whispered aloud. She stood up, dropping the paper and clutching her right arm and winced. She glanced around, sensing another around her. She whirled around, gun raised and shot. Another Screech echoed in the endless dark night at the Grave Yard.
"Damn, this isn't going to be a nice night", she mumbled. Her ebony black hair, with the dark red streaks, blew behind her as she walked quietly through the Graveyard, muttering a few words as she passed by the tombs, placing small black roses upon the tombstones. She quickly hid behind a tombstone, reloading her gun. She jumped up and whirled around, shooting once more. More Bangs, and more Screams filled the air. She panted as she stared around the yard. Her golden eyes, seeming to see everything. The picture on the now flying paper seemed to match her. The black cloak, which blew behind her, seemed to have gone in a shredder at the end of her cloak. Her black jeans, matched everything that surrounded her. Her buckle boots, going up to her knee, had several daggers placed inside the buckles. Her black tank, stating the words, 'Cursed', in crimson red on the front said everything about her. Cursed. Who was this girl? Why was she killing these demons? She was, Michelle Micheal Lane. Mortals, Demons, Slayers, Vampires, Angels, all kinds of creatures knew her…by her Middle name. When you do find out her first name, you’re dead. It works like that when it comes to her. Being a Vampire, Water Demon, and Slayer wasn’t very easy. Having to Kill or be Killed, Running away, forgetting whom your living relatives are, creating allies, it wasn’t easy when you are wanted for thousands and thousands of money! She had to live off her wits. Micheal was what she went by, preferring it to be like that than a very, very girly name. Micheal whirled around, muttering words, and twirling her hand in a clockwise motion. She flashed open her eyes, daggers appearing in mid air, and several between every one of her fingers as she threw it at the thousand of demons bombarding her. She twirled, as if she was dancing. Before pulling up her hood, killing them each.
“Micheal Micheal Micheal, How many times Have I told you, not to kill demons?” A Voice said above her. A looming figure appeared, crouching over a tombstone, with demonic wings parts of the bone revealed at the tip of the wings. Black hair as dark as a deadly night sky, Red eyes as crimson as fresh flowing blood, Pale skin as a darkening moon, and dressed matching the darkness that engulfed you, which made you cry to your parents about when you were 5. Who was this beast? WHAT was this beast? Darkened by the hells gates, shined upon by Heavens belief, He was Kero Kakarami. Demon Guardian of Micheal Lane. Dressed in a neat black dress shirt, black slacks, and shoes, he appeared normal despite the demonic wings he earned from his dear father. Not caring a bit about Micheal, he was surprised he had been assigned to be her guardian. His mother, an Angel, now fallen and his Father, a Demon, burning in hells grace. Causing him to be unwelcome in both worlds, hell and heaven.
“What do you want Kero? I don’t have time for your damned games. You don’t bother to save crap for anyone or anything. Not even your forsakened self!” Micheal growled as she muttered a few words to the tombstones. Kero growled, grabbing Micheal’s arm, whirling her around to face him. Micheal stared at him, her golden eyes burning into his soul as his crimson red eyes burned into hers.
“Careful Micheal..I can send you to hell in a single moment…” He said as he pushed her away from him. He was a lazy little prat who would kill someone or something without hesitation, depending on what it was. Of course, He would help Micheal if she would accept it, but he knew she could handle herself. Yet he had to be wary of Micheal’s action. Could there be a chance she gets hurt or stuck in a situation where she might actually die, then He would possibly die.
[In this roleplay, many 'fantasy' ridden creatures reside in the human world we currently live in. If you dare to join, will you allow your secret to remain safe and at bay?]